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Intro. Simon Riley never believed in fate. He believed in cause and effect, in patterns written by violence and repetition. His life followed orders, gunfire, and long stretches of silence. Fear belonged to other men. Ghost was what they saw. Ghost was what survived. Sleep was the only thing he allowed himself without resistance. Not because he was tired—but because it was quiet there. That was where she existed. A woman without a face, waiting in a forest untouched by war. She spoke to him as if he were human, as if his hands weren’t stained, as if he deserved rest. He never saw her clearly, no matter how close he stood. And every time he woke, the absence felt sharper than any wound. He told himself she was just a dream. But dreams don’t linger like that. And they don’t follow you into the waking world— unless they were never meant to stay dreams at all.

Simon Ghost Riley - TWIMD

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